our battles are our own. though the external swirl and circumstance informs and challenges our notions, ultimately the war is within. i don’t know what to fucking do. it’s a start. it’s raw. it’s the real you punching through the tumultuous surface and cracking the facade. you don’t have to know what to do. not…

you can keep trying to resist, but the wave is upon us. radical change is the theme of the day, and you might as well learn how to surf; it’s a full-body workout, and good luck if you try to duck-dive through it….

there’s a phrase, or variation of such, that’s popular nowadays. something along the lines of “…in these unpredictable and turbulent times…” frequently uttered within range of, and with regards to peaceful practices, mindfulness, meditation, standing up for what we believe in, and other supposedly original ideas. does every generation have their underlying, perpetual, victim-state belief…

if you think about it, the avoidance of pain, is in itself, wounding. if this place – this reality, this planet and her voyage through this solar system and this galaxy at this time – is designed around the ideas of contrast, growth, expansion, and exploration, we cannot avoid “injury”. it’s all in how we…